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MERHABA MY FRIENDS

Many saw you come,
to say a last `Farewell`.

Season`s pass you by,
in your bed under the sky.

As the stones crumble and fall,
nobody sees your gone.

Do you toss and turn,
as the years go rolling by.

I stand before you,
not knowing who you where.

Sometimes i envy you,
in your bed under the sky....



TURK :)